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“Oh, God.” I was so electrified that I couldn’t think about anything else but what he could do to me. And I craved it with everything inside of me.
While his words could be considered a threat to some, to me they were a promise of something filthy and dangerous, which excited the woman inside. I slammed my hands on the mirror, the pulsing sensations of the plane’s engine matching the hard trembling of my legs. I was surprised I was still standing. He delivered four additional cracks of his palm, discomfort turning into a shower of pain, but I was so aroused that my pussy was throbbing almost painfully.
After four more, he caressed the ache, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers across my heated skin. Then I realized he was unfastening his belt and trousers. The sane woman inside of me knew I should stop his egregious actions, but at that moment I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.
“Then fuck me,” I told him with so much passion in my voice that his eyes lit up like firecrackers.
“Be careful what you ask for.”
“I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”
“And you’ll never be in charge.”
I laughed, the sound ragged and unlike me. I was panting like a crazed animal, fighting the demons inside of me. He’d awakened something I’d thought completely dead.
“I suggest you buckle up, princess. You’re in for a long, hard ride.”
Mr. Mile High yanked me away from the counter, sliding his hand down my thigh. His eyes pierced mine as he used his knee, pushing my legs as far apart as possible. When he rolled the tip of a single finger around my clit, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. The smirk on his face remained, as if he knew a deep, dark secret.
There was a possessiveness about him as he ground his cock against my buttocks. I was so wet, my pussy aching as much as my legs were quivering. I added pressure to my palms, fighting with my nerves as he teased me relentlessly. Yet the moment he drove his fingers deep inside, flexing them open as he pumped in and out, I was turned into a very bad girl.
I bucked against his hand, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip as he fingerfucked me. Within seconds, I was close to coming, which was as crazy as the entire moment.
“Mmm…”
“I’m curious if you taste as good as your delicious scent.” When he pulled his fingers free, I gasped, fighting to keep from begging him not to stop. He drove the long, muscular digits into his mouth, sucking with enough gusto I was thrown by his lascivious actions. The moment he pulled them free, the slight popping sound brought a single strangled moan to my lips. “Yes, you do.”
That was the end of foreplay, the dark and mysterious stranger thrusting the entire length of his cock into my pussy. I was tossed into a daze, stars floating in front of my eyes in waves. My mouth was open, and I was doing everything I could to keep from screaming as my muscles clenched and released.
The pressure was surreal, the ache instant. I wasn’t entirely certain I’d ever felt anything so insanely amazing. “Fuck. That’s so good.”
“Mmm… Talk dirty to me, princess. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Shove it into my pussy. Fuck me like a wild animal. Take me. Use me. I want it all.”
Where in God’s name had that come from?
“My. You were made for corruption, weren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Maybe so, but I’ll never be anyone’s sweetheart.” Everything about the man’s rough touch was sweet torture, so much so another round of filthy images tore through my mind.
He pulled almost all the way out, plunging into me again. Then he developed a near perfect rhythm, his desire skittering off the charts as he pounded me, his actions brutal. When he wrapped one hand around my long pearls, twisting them against my throat, I sucked in my breath.
I should feel suffocated, but the man was a tower of power, so in control that I found myself falling into the beauty of losing every inhibition around him.
I couldn’t focus, our labored breathing heating up the tiny space to the point of being combustible. A few beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead, but his face glistened from exertion and sweat, which forced my mind into another series of wicked places. I wanted to drop to my knees, sucking his cock, tasting his sweet cream.
I longed to have his face buried between my legs, licking me relentlessly until I screamed out his name. And I wanted him to devour every inch of me for hours at a time. There were times when you met a person that they affected you profoundly with little more than the intensity of their eyes as they spoke or the way they handled a crisis or tragedy.
This was none of the above, yet I felt so free with the stranger, as if I’d found a rusted key to the lock holding the chains of my heart in place. Perhaps returning to my childhood home was the reason I was thinking so deeply about something utterly carnal in nature. Even if that was the case, the arrogant stranger with the haunting eyes was spinning a moment in time that I’d remember.
He never blinked as he dug his fingers into my hip, jerking me as far from the sink as possible while keeping his tight hold on my necklace. When he tightened the strand, I issued several ragged moans. He could do anything he wanted to me. Anything. I wasn’t certain I would care.
In those few minutes of bliss as an orgasm grew, I shoved aside all thoughts and responsibilities, savoring the extreme pleasure as if I’d never experience anything like this again.
“Oh…” I closed my eyes, longing for the climax to wait but there was no ability to hold back. Tingling sensations turned to a jolt of current so electric that my chest ached from the breath being ripped from my body. The single climax was quickly replaced with another, one so powerful that I could no longer feel my toes.
I concentrated on the savage pounding, the noise rushing into my eardrums just like his masculine scent of deep timber and citrus floated into my nostrils. This had to be what pure ecstasy was like. Still floating on a cloud, I sensed his body tensing, his needs cresting the surface.
